The beautiful and powerful minister hooked up with the crazy emperor and couldn't escape

Feng Jiuqing also signed Lu Qi's name and placed another letter of severance on the wooden table next to Prime Minister Lu.

"Thank you, Prime Minister."

The hall fell silent for a moment. Prime Minister Lu and Lan Shu did not speak, nor did they look at Feng Jiuqing.

Feng Jiuqing looked at the letter of severance in his hand and wanted to laugh but in the end he didn't.

He gave the two of them a complicated look, lifted his robe, knelt on his knees, and kowtowed three times to them.

He, Feng Jiuqing, did not kneel before heaven and earth, nor before the emperor. This was the last time he knelt before his parents. He regarded it as a way to repay their expectations of him and the princess' kindness in giving him life.

Under the surprised gazes of Prime Minister Lu and Princess Lan Shu, Feng Jiuqing stood up and looked at the two of them with a look that showed neither sadness nor joy.

"May the two nobles be healthy and live long from now on. The severance agreement has been signed, the three kowtows have been returned, and from now on, there will be no more Lu Qi in the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Feng Jiuqing turned around without any regrets, but was stopped by Prime Minister Lu. Perhaps he had a change of heart and said, "If you need anything in the future, just come to the Prime Minister's Mansion. This will be your thank you gift on behalf of Yu'er."

Feng Jiuqing put the letter of severance in his hand to his heart: "No need."

Without stopping or looking back, he walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion and got on the carriage heading to the General's Mansion.

Lan Shu shed a tear unconsciously, which made her a little stunned.

"Prime Minister, do you think we did something wrong? It seems that Lu Qi came to the Prime Minister's Mansion to suffer for Yu'er in the General's Mansion. Were we too harsh on him, which is why he is so determined to sever ties with the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Prime Minister Lu felt no better than Lan Shu, but he could only hug her and comfort her: "Don't think too much, at least Yu'er is fine."

The carriage stopped in front of the general's mansion. The servant pointed at the door and said, "This is General Wen's mansion. Please come in."

Since Lu Qi had severed his relationship with the Prime Minister's Mansion, he was no longer considered the Prime Minister's son, and the servants only called him "Young Master".

Feng Jiuqing nodded, and under the watchful eyes of the servant from the Prime Minister's Mansion, he walked towards the gate of the General's Mansion.

Before he got close, a long knife was placed across Feng Jiuqing's neck: "In front of the general's mansion, all outsiders, please retreat."

Feng Jiuqing had no expression on his face, and said calmly, "Young Master of the Prime Minister's Mansion, I have come to ask General Wen for advice."

"Prime Minister's Mansion?"

The guard at the door took a look at Feng Jiuqing's coarse cloth clothes. When did the Prime Minister's Mansion become so poor that he couldn't even afford a set of nice clothes?

Feng Jiuqing raised his eyes and glanced at him: "You don't believe it? Then look at the carriage behind me, do you see the mark of the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

It was indeed the carriage from the Prime Minister's Mansion. The guard motioned to another person to keep an eye on Feng Jiuqing: "Wait here, I'll go inform the general."

Wen Chu was studying with the Master. He had no choice because the Master had ordered him to finish studying the books he had listed. Wen Chu was a rough man and it was good enough for him to recognize a few words, but the Master insisted on forcing him to do so. He had no choice but to obey. In addition to handling daily affairs, he could only study hard.

"General! General!"

Wen Chu was already annoyed by learning, and now he was even more annoyed: "Why are you yelling in broad daylight! You are making this general upset."

The guard who had just entered the door shrank his neck and whispered, "There's a man at the door claiming to be the young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he wants to see the general for advice."

Wen Chu suddenly became energetic and laughed out loud: "Here he comes! I didn't expect that old Prime Minister Lu would really be willing to do it! Send him to the martial arts training ground for this general, and let the brothers loosen up his muscles!"

Wen Chu put away his smile and his face turned cold: "What kind of person is this? He even dares to scold my Grand Master. If I don't beat him until he cries for his parents, I won't be named Wen!"

The guard silently lit a candle in Feng Jiuqing's heart and said, "Yes!"

When Feng Jiuqing was led to the martial arts training ground by the guards, he knew what Wen Chu was planning.

He shook his head. He was told to read more, but he only knew how to solve problems with force. He thought he knew how to ask for an imperial decree, and that reading must have worked. He didn't expect that he was overthinking.

Fortunately, it was him who came this time. If it was the frail Lu Yu, and if he was beaten up, Wen Chu would be afraid that he would not be able to recover.

"Mr. Lu, the general asked you to practice with the brothers first, and he will be here soon."

"Okay." Feng Jiuqing agreed directly as if he knew nothing.

The guard nodded and said loudly, "This is the young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion. The general wants everyone to practice boxing with him."

Those who were fighting stopped, and those who were resting stood up, glaring at Feng Jiuqing.

"You are the one who insulted our Grand Master in the street?"

Feng Jiuqing shook his head: "No."

The man spat at Feng Jiuqing: "Bah! You are the son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but you dare not take the responsibility! Do you dare to fight with me?"

Feng Jiuqing glanced at him and said, "I think it's not just you. You all want to fight me, right? It just so happens that I haven't exercised seriously for a long time. Let's do it together, so I don't have to waste any effort."

"Hey, he's quite arrogant." A soldier said with an exaggerated expression: "Brothers, beat him up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, twenty or thirty soldiers gathered around Feng Jiuqing from all directions, determined to teach him a profound lesson.

A quarter of an hour later, Feng Jiuqing was still standing there, his clothes were neat and his hair was not messy.

There were people lying on the ground, grimacing, with bruised faces and noses, and some were hugging their legs or holding their hands and shouting.

Feng Jiuqing sighed: "I thought they were so powerful, but there's not even one person who can fight them."

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for everyone to hear. It was not very harmful but extremely insulting.

The people on the ground blushed but could not refute.

Feng Jiuqing found a chair and sat down, then asked with interest, "Didn't your general tell you not to act rashly before knowing the enemy's strength?"

No one answered Feng Jiuqing. Although they were all lying on the ground, their eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

Feng Jiuqing continued: "We asked him to read more books, but where did he study?"

"you!"

Feng Jiuqing smiled, and the soldiers who had been looking at him coldly could not help but be dazzled and dared not look at him anymore.

"Not convinced? Do you dare to stand up and fight again?"

"I dare!"

A man with a bruised face and nose that could not be recognized stood up with gritted teeth, picked up a spear and rushed towards Feng Jiuqing, with the tip of the spear pointing directly at Feng Jiuqing's throat.

Feng Jiuqing turned his left hand and grasped the tip of the gun. He pulled the man towards him with force, and then did another beautiful roundhouse kick. The man flew out in a parabola like a kite with a broken string.

"That kid must be crying for his father now--"

"Oh!"

A heavy object fell in front of Wen Chu, and when he looked closely, his face was swollen beyond recognition. When he looked again, his men fell to the ground, and in the middle of the ring there was a man in coarse cloth, holding a spear in his hand, with his back to him.

"General!"

Dozens of voices overlapped, echoing throughout the training ground.

Wen Chu frowned: "What's going on?"

No one dared to look at Wen Chu's face, and they lowered their heads and said, "We have all been defeated by Young Master Lu. Please punish us, General!"

When did Lu Yu become so powerful? I haven't heard of it. Wen Chu frowned and asked, "Did you beat them all into this state?"

"Yes."